You can hear me coming

I have really creaky knees. I’m not sure at what age it started but they’ve been that way for a while. I even have a story of my creaky knees from when we lived here, in Washington, before.

I worked at a company in Tacoma that was in a two story building; the bottom floor was a “store” and warehouse and the top floor was corporate offices (where I worked). We usually went up or down stairs at the employee entrance in the middle of the building. Occasionally I would have to go down to the “store” area to sort things going in the mail to other locations, and when returning to the top floor I would take the stairs leading the front corporate offices. At the top of this staircase was the corporate receptionist. She told me one day that she could tell when I was climbing up the stairs because she could hear me (my knees) coming.

Today while walking up the stairs with Gavin to put him down for a nap, he heard my creaky knees and asked, “Will I have creaky knees like you when I get big?”